It was like any other day in a small town, quiet but stressful, calming but tense, boring but ancient. Even though people I see everyday does the same thing over and over,so anyone would say, it gets boring. I live in this small town with my three older brothers who, pick on me every day just to have some "fun", and my parents who love me to death not to mention being spoiled by them, like getting money without asking, taking me to amusement parks just to fill my miserable self. it was a good seventeen years to live. My parents did have one rule though, it was "to always be home before the sun came down", it was a weird rule to me but I still followed by, I'd try asking my brothers about it but they'd say your not old enough to know. Me being my seventeen year old self went out anyway with my friends a little after curfew because it was that time of year, Halloween, and it was just around the corner. We all had made plans just to go out and get costumes to scare little kids for their candy, I know that sounds wrong but what else am I supposed to do, I'm bored. I thought of the idea that we should scare those kids but my best friend Will who's always "Mr Nice" told me we shouldn't. Charles was different he was the opposite of Will. He was mean loved doing stunts and going all out, so basically he's "Mr. Mean". But we all have our ways in the group, but we all also get along. Will's Mom even called us the three musketeers, I didn't really like it but who cares. It's around ten at night and something was off with my parents, they went your normal everyday happy go lucky we'll spoil you till your rotten. No they were acting as if the world was going to end the next day. It's not really cool to see that both of your parents who can calm your nerves with just a smile or a kiss on the forehead, and have a good day from the Mom and Dad that are boarding up the house's windows and tightening every door so that it would not be as easy to open, I thought "hey maybe it's just a prank from my friend" and, I eventually just went up to my room because I would normally say in my opinion we have the biggest house in town. I live in a small room at the back of the house because all three of my older brothers took the bigger rooms and said that it was a perfect fit for a small person like me. To be honest I didn't mind but they really didn't have to throw me under the bus like that. The only time when my brothers cared about me was if some random stranger came up to our house and would start asking about me. It was weird because my friends would always pull pranks on me not just Will and Charles but other kids at school and what I didn't know was that when I confronted them about it they had no clue as to what I was talking about. It would be like " Will were you the one who kept sending a stranger over to my house" and he"d be all in defensive mode and crying saying" I can't believe you'd be blaming me" or " I have no idea what your talking about". So I went on and hung up on him to let him cool down and called Charles, to a surprise he had no idea about the incident either but we had that conversation way to quickly because it sounded like he was going to be in trouble, like when your mom tells you to throw out the trash and you've waited till she told you to do it again and that you forgotten to do so that she'd have to come beat you. So mean being the person who wouldn't care in this conversation said "well I'll be going", and before I hung up I herd screaming. It was not your normal, "oh this surprise was for me", no, it was your scream as if someone killed your lover right in front of you scream, after just three seconds the line just went completely silent. I ran into my brother's room, Mikey, but I called him Mike, I did what any person would do if all you heard was screaming while you were talking on the phone and started yelling at him, when I stopped I had realized he did here a single word I just said because we was blasting music in his headphones. After what felt like an eternity of impatient waiting I went over and took his favorite signed guitar that he got from two years ago and ran down stairs getting his attention really quickly. He chased me from his room to living room, into the kitchen. He had me trapped in a corner with the of build of person who's recently been going to the gym. He had me at least by four feet. when he caught his breath he already had a grip on my shirt and was going to punch me square in my face. He started yell random words that made no sense to me what so ever, but all I got out of it was your going to pay for any damages you made. I closed my eyes just waiting for the impact of his fist to hit my jaw bit it never happened both of my other older brothers Joey and John pulled him off of me and held him in a position that would make any person uncomfortable. Mike was strong but Joey and John were stronger than him, while John held Mike in a tight position Joey came over and slapped me hard across my face. "what you do that for"! I yelled at him rubbing my cheek. Joey just stood there as always waiting for me to admit that what I did was wrong but I had to tell him one way or another that there is something wrong going on. My friend won't answer his phone and Mom and Dad are being weird. I took a deep breath and blurted everything out all at once sounding like a little kid who wanted everything that the store was giving away for kids. Mike stopped trying to break free of John's hold and they all starred at me for a while to listen, that's when everything changed that very day. My life was not the same any more.